Are you happy now?I tried my best to please them all…Are you happy now?2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
They said that I always looked too angry
So I shaved off my eyebrows
They said I always dressed bad
So I took off my clothes
They said I cried too much
So I burned out my eyes
They said I wasn't listening
So I tore off my ears
They said I always said the wrong things
So I ripped out my vocal cords
They said I always faked my smile
So I ripped off my lips
They said my hair was a mess
So I cut it off
They said my feet were too big
So I broke them
They said I walked weird
So I saw off my legs
They said I played too much with my fingers
So I pulled off my hands
They said my arms were too thin
So I tore them off
They said my belly looked funny
So I cut out my stomach
They said I sat funny
So I removed my hips
They said I breathe too loud
So I ripped out my lungs
They said I always hung with my head
So I tore it off
They said my skin tone was ugly
So I removed my skin
They said my muscles were weak
So I ripped them off the bones
They said my bon
The Missing Maker [Jareth x Reader (ch1)]The Missing Maker [Jareth x Reader (ch1)]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Oh, before I go,” said Mr. Jenson as he donned his coat, reaching a hand into his pocket. “I thought this might interest you.”
His voice had dropped to a conspiratorial tone as he handed you a tarnished, silver half hunter fobwatch. With an excited gasp and delicate fingers you accepted it from him, looking hopefully at his excited brown eyes. You turned your attention back down to the watch, engraved with an elaborate Celtic design. Though the hands were visible, it was difficult to discern the time for the visible inner workings of the watch distracted your eyes. Upon clicking the device open, you were delighted to see the intricate cogs and wheels through a protective layer of quartz. Then, something strange about the Roman numerals caught your eye. The hour and minute hand were both frozen at XIII. “It has thirteen hours!”
“I know, isn’t it strange?” he said, looking over his shoulder at the door through which the missus was wa
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a liePlease (Don't) Hate Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
Alone and UnseenAlone and Unseen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent and soft,
To be dashed on the frozen earth.
Calling winds forth,
Around him to swirl,
His feet lift off from the ground.
Invisible and alone,
He flies higher until
He melds with the sky and the stars.
"I want to be seen
And I want to be heard."
Only one hears this desperate boy's cry.
The Man in the Moon
Stares down on the scene,
At the lost and forgotten child.
AddictedI feel it hook and snag into me,Addicted2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Seducing or beating me into submission.
A delicious poison.
A thorny rose.
I feel the tide of it rise up,
Slowly growing and gathering strength.
A burning cloud.
A choking noose.
I feel it carry me into the depths,
Sweeping my resistance away.
A whipping gale.
A crashing wave.
I feel my eyes open once it's done,
Knowing that it'll happen again soon.
A chosen dependency.
A hurtful addiction.
TearsHealing waters pouring forthTears2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why won't they come?
Symbols of released sorrow and grief
Why won't they come?
Effects of pride and joy
Why won't they come?
Signals for others to sympathize
Why can't I start?
Easing the pain of tragedy
Why can't I start?
Works of powerful emotions
Why can't I start?
Pouring from cracks in the armor
Should I never start?
Signs of weakness and injury
Should I never start?
Blood of torn feelings
Should I never start?
Necessities of emotional life
I don't have a choice
Bane of the mind's strength and stability
I don't have a choice
Unable to even choose whether or not
I don't have choice
They don't come when I call
And I push back when they threaten.
Polite Thanks: Part 1 (EnglandxReader)Polite Thanks: Part 1Polite Thanks: Part 1 (EnglandxReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Request for GingerAlchemist
Arthur sighed and slumped his chin against the heel of his hand. A small farmer and his family had waited in a line for most of the day and the previous night, just to ask the king if he could possibly lower his taxes. Like that could ever happen.
However, the current king was fair and just, so he didn't send the man off with guards at his heels. Instead, the bearded man leaned forward in his chair, danger twinkling in his eyes. "I will raise and lower the taxes as I feel fit. I would suggest now that you take your loved ones and leave. Thank you."
Still shaking, the farmer sadly turned from the king and made his way back to his family, tired head lowered and once strong shoulders hunched under the power of his king. Just as the meager looking family had left through the heavy wooden doors, one of them came running back.
The prince's head perked up as he recognized the girl as the eldest of the children. Her
SecretsSecrets hidden far awaySecrets2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No needle can draw them forth
No knife can cut them out
Secrets under lock and key
No ear can hear them now
No lips can speak them aloud
Secrets never conceived of
No judge can jail them all
No one can find them... please.
city drowned cleanbirds fly bluer before a hurricane,city drowned clean3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wings sharper, the bricks neater.
one train is always longer than the
other. i cried about it. the saturated
city, droplets of colour caught on
tape & rewinding, cups me in its
palms, i am a bug on its window,
imagining all of it underwater &
people clapping in a silent film,
the last dying bubbles curtsying
on their lips, for their marble town
the white skied & terrible atlantis.
Can We Both Be Ugly?She's a diamond, while I am coal.Can We Both Be Ugly?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the coal, black and boring.
Set me on fire while I am alive.
Watch me burn,
Watch me die.
She is the diamond, shiny and attention-grabbing.
Lay your greedy hands on the whore.
She's there for the looks and money,
No real work,
She receives the perks.
We both wanted him,
But I bit my tongue.
What a fool I would be to ask for his heart.
He sees me as a footrest,
Only here for support and only when he needs it,
The demand for me is limited.
He lusts for her seductive nature,
Her glare blinding his eyes,
She's tearing him apart with her sharp edges,
It kills me to witness.
"I can't hurt you.
"But she is my support,
"She is but a coal,
weak and pitiful.
You want that?
The spineless coward?
She's thirsty for your heartbreak,
but my fingers are gentle,
let me hold you."
His situation is himself.
I love him more than I could scream,
But I maintain my silence,
I suffer in the dark.
I see his sorrow and
Be My GirlI cried tonightBe My Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it was not like before
When someone to love me
Was all I implored
This time the tears fell
Because my wish has come true
My prayers have been answered
In the wonder that is you
I smiled tonight
But it was not like before
When it was just a physical response
This time I smile
Not from the mouth but the eyes
This lost little boy
Has finally come back to life
I wrote tonight
This poem, these words
About my best friend
my love, my girl
This time it seems
That indeed you feel the same
I prayed to God for your arrival
and soon after you came
Mono.One morning a black pillar appeared in the center of town, within the boundaries of the park and right outside of the library. It stood at least thirteen feet tall and was as wide as a mature oak. They deduced it was made out of some kind of polished stone. Some guessed it was obsidian; others argued it was too strong to be such a fragile stone. It could have been granite, but when was the last time you saw black granite in that quantity, and in that shape?Mono.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We should knock it down and drag it away!" someone shouted.
But they were too afraid to touch it.
"Why not just leave it here?" another suggested.
But they wondered what would happen if they didn't do anything at all.
Whoever put it there didn't do it alone. They'd need a truck to transport the thing, and they'd need some way to get it off the flatbed and stand it up straight. But why go to all of that trouble for a pillar of rock? Or was it part of someth
AgeShe was no longer midnight.Age2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With age comes disease. With disease comes new colors and lines.
Colors and lines that no longer represent bright stars and dark painted skys.
What was once beautiful black tresses that shined like aurora and glowed like fireflies was now shaved off. Chopped and disposed and dead.
What was once chocolate feisty glimmering eyes framed by long, perfectly curved lashes was now a simple dull brown. Faded jewels.
What was once a smooth pale creamy skin was now an old worn blanket draped over bones muscles and skin.
In her prime, she was midnight.
The glory and beauty and danger of the darkness.
She was no longer midnight. She was more.
She was a storyteller.
Every new line and color was a battle scar. Every lost strand had become focus on living life to the fullest. Faded jewels had become kindness and motherhood. The old worn blanket had become a vibrant reminder of lessons learned and new beginnings.
She was no l
Glass JarsI keep your tears in a glass jar,Glass Jars5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Memories flowing like a river
Down the side, streaking the glass
With stripes of every emotion
You managed to evoke in the
Presence of my wounded heart,
Making sure I won't be so sad and
Gloomy, bringing the sunshine
Back to my life again, and again,
I keep your love by my heart,
Squeezed between my lungs,
So everytime I think of you, you
Take my breath away, quite
Literally; it isn't poetic license
Or hyperbole, and it sure as Hell
Isn't a metaphor, quite literally
Everytime I see you, I feel as if
All the oxygen in the world had
Been stuffed in my heart.
I keep your smiles in my wallet,
And carry it around everywhere
I go, right next to my driver's permit
And my school ID, my identity
Belonging to you, you little
Identity theft, my little crook, stealing
My heart and placing it behind your
Bed or inside your backpack, showing
Your friends that you are mine and
I am yours.
I keep your laugh in my mind,
And a block of lead around my heart,
A Song, A Car, A HighwayAn eyelash falls down his cheek,A Song, A Car, A Highway2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and I wonder-laugh at the unexpected fall.
It’s black against his skin, as pale as my own,
and nearly so as the dust of snow outside the window.
I expect him to hold it out and bid me make a wish,
but he brushes it off his cheek,
and his eyes don’t follow its path to the hand-brake, as mine do.
I want to lean down and grab it for myself because damn,
if he isn’t going to make a wish I could sure use one.
But when I ask him, he grins at me and asks what I would wish for,
when we have such a future in front of us.
For now I’ll keep it a secret, but I do lean close to him and whisper
that we can put that future to the test, and if it’s a good one,
I’ll pay him back in eyelashes.
My FriendThe day that you died was the day I collapsedMy Friend4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've stayed down on the floor
You're not coming back
If I never get up, then I can't fall again
I miss you so much
The world took my friend
When I am alone I cry and I yell
They sent you to heaven
And left me in hell
And I need a friend right now most of all
But you are not here
There's no one to call
I was right there, the day that you died
Right next to you
On the passenger side
Your side it crumbled with you in its grasp
I don't know what happened
It went by far too fast
I was there the day you were put in the ground
So many people showed up
You would have been proud
Every day I can't believe you're still gone
When I visit you now
I play your favorite song
Sometimes I hope that you're looking down
My life is changing
And I hope that you're proud
Because knowing you, changed me so much more
You were my best friend
All through school and before
No one will replace you and the laughs that we had
Or the pranks that we pulled
fracturesbindweed lungs spill throughfractures2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my oak branch ribs,
up my throat and
around my thorny tongue
make their way down to
cross my clavicles,
elbows and cracked milky
they hold me tighter than you ever did
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
Heavenly FireHeavenly Fire2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sky, consumed by
a spectral conflagration;
embers glow briefly
before the night's rising tide
completely quenches the fire.
10 reasons why Zuko is cooler than Draco Malfoy1.Zuko is not afraid to fight.Draco runs away every time he sees danger in front of him.10 reasons why Zuko is cooler than Draco Malfoy2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2.Zuko became a capable firebender because his uncle taught him well.Draco got all the good marks at Hogwarts because he was Snape's favourite.
3.Zuko's girlfriend,Mai,is definitely cooler than Pancy Parkinson.
4.Zuko is capable of redemtion.Draco is not(those who think he is are really mad ficwriters).
5.Zuko treats his friends as equals.Draco thinks of his friends as of his servants.
6.Zuko can fight without bending(by using swords).Draco can only run away if he doesn't have a wand.
7.Zuko's dad is the №1 baddie in the story.Draco's dad is just the same cowardly nobleman as his son.
8.In the beginning,Zuko is an uncertain person with a struggle in his soul,while Draco is just a proud,cowardly and bratty(in a lack of a better word) aristocrat.In the end,Zuko is an ex-villain,who found peace after becoming good,while Draco is still a proud,cowardly and bratty aristocrat.
9.Zuko foollows his h
Lackadaisy AIMMiss_May: Viktor, you really ought to practice your typing.Lackadaisy AIM6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Vinegar_Tom: why do i have this thing
LoquaciousRocky1927: Hey Viktor! Did you get that cool website I sent you 13 times?
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Missy_Pepper: OMG HI VIKTOR! ur never on, lol
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Calvin2: Um, hello... who are all these people?
LoquaciousRocky1927: THESE ARE, um. My friends from band camp.
Missy_Pepper: Hi Freckle!!! :]
Calvin2: So uh... Tom, what instrument do you play?
Miss_May: Thomas here plays the banjo. He's very shy.
LoquaciousRocky1927: Yeah, one of them meek little fellers. Makes you look like a boxing champ.
Vinegar_Tom: very funy
Vinegar_Tom: thats what i ment...
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NestleHollow my bones toNestle1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
make your home, abide inside;
stay awhile, won’t you?
I AmI am the quiet oneI Am4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I slip through the cracks and creeks
I am the monster in the cage
Contained and angered
I am the peacemaker
In the goal of a world with no violence
I am the cold-blooded assassin
It's simply in my nature
I am your lighted way
Illuminating your road ahead
I am your darkest days
Seeking shelter from this hell
I am the good in you
Loving you till the end of time
I am the devil's eyes
Watching the world burn over
I am your closest friend
And I will be till the end
I am your worst nightmare
Consider yourself dead
I am your guardian angel
Protecting you no matter what
I am the demon inside you
Release me and take on the world
Take me by my hand
And let me show you what I am
I am the Monster
I Am AliceI dreamt big and hoped colossal, that made me too tallI Am Alice11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
T’was a painful fall so I put it all away, but then I became too small.
Some think it would be the wisest to let go, accept and try to fit
But I’m half left in the head and I don’t approve one bit.
I don't like your world, it makes too much sense,
Strings that keep me from falling apart make me so tense
So I will leave, I need to dream to be real
Seal the rabbit hole, my nightmares and I, we'll come to a deal.
In the land of broken time I have an eternity to roam
I'm lost in nonsensical logic and it feels just like home
Everything is what it isn't, what you call truth fades
My world isn't safe for you, see the grin in the shades?
Monsters are nice, they offer more tea and don’t accuse
It’s perfectly fine to jump on the table with two different shoes,
Just keep the reason out or it will all disappear
Because we are all indeed mad here.
But the queen dislikes me, didn't I paint the roses red?